After being dressed as a "female cultivator", she was robbed by the devil

The light is gone.

Luoyang Mang Mountain, Cuiyun Peak.Between the peaks and ridges, there are countless mausoleums, and most of the emperors and celebrities of the past dynasties are buried here.

Gongsun De hid in a royal tomb buried deep underground, and had re-ignited the 56 Soul Lamps he had refined.

It is not easy to light a lamp. It needs to drive the true energy in the body to force a cluster of flames on the fingertips to ignite the wick.

It took him three days to light up all the soul lamps one after another, consuming a lot of real energy.

After all the 56 soul-leading lamps were lit, Gongsun De began to meditate and exercise his energy from the middle of the lamps.

He needs to draw spiritual power from the beating red lotus karmic fire to replenish his depleted true essence.

In the tomb surrounded by ghost fires, there was a dead silence everywhere. Gongsun De stored Qi in his dantian, and slowly circulated the absorbed spiritual power among the meridians of his body.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, breaking his steady breathing.

It was Chu Han's death, which made Gongsun De feel something. He opened his eyes in disbelief: Isn't it?He actually died!How could he die with Huo Yan protecting him?

Chu Han's death is not good for Gongsun De.The precious human shield is gone, and no more suitable person can be found to recast it to make a new one.

In this world, it is not so easy to find someone who can make Huo Yan pay attention to letting the enemy go.

Gongsun De really couldn't figure out why Chu Han died, and he even wondered if there was something wrong with the spell he used.

Gongsun De accidentally discovered those demonic techniques of the Ghost Nether Gate in a cave where he was hiding because he was running away.

Hundreds of years ago, that cave was the practice place of Bai Lixiong, a powerful ghost cultivator. He once put his unique secret technique on the wall.

Later, part of the cave collapsed in an earthquake, and most of the walls engraved with handwriting were torn apart, and many words were annihilated and disappeared.

Therefore, the related techniques discovered by Gongsun De are not complete.

Whether it's puppet art or human shield art, he tried to practice it himself based on the incomplete text, and he only learned a half-baked level.

Before Gongsun De could come up with a related result, he suddenly felt a powerful divine sense approaching, and his heart trembled:

Is it Huo Yan?Why did Huo Yan find my hiding place so quickly after Chu Han died? Could it be related to the meat shield technique?

Gongsun De suddenly realized belatedly that it is not impossible to steal others' spells, but if he only has a half-knowledge, it is very likely that Xiao He will succeed or lose.

Gongsun De resolutely wanted to run away again, this time he didn't even bother to take the dozens of Soul Lamps that he finally forged, and ran away against the clock.

It's a pity that before he had time to sneak out of the tomb, a huge pressure fell from the sky with a thunderous force.

His whole body was slapped to the floor like a fly, his skin was torn apart and his flesh was bloody.

All the limbs were twisted and deformed, the stomach was split open, and the intestines flowed all over the floor.

Gongsun De usually wouldn't be so careless, but he recently consumed a lot of real energy to ignite the soul lamp, which caused his cultivation base to drop by at least [-] to [-]%.

And Huo Yan, who was in pain because of Chu Han's death, came here full of resentment, and used all his strength as soon as he made a move.

As a result, Gongsun De, whose strength was greatly reduced, almost turned into a flat model with one move.

However, Gongsun De is still a cultivator at the stage of transforming gods. Although his whole body is no longer in human form, basically equal to a pile of rotten meat, he still hasn't died so quickly.

He looked at Huo Yan lingering, a smile uglier than a ghost appeared on his blood-stained face.

"It looks like I'm going to die today, but it doesn't matter, Chu Han is still on the road to Huangquan."

Huo Yan gritted his teeth. He stretched out a hand filled with real energy, pointed his palm at Gongsun De's Tianling Gai, and said ruthlessly, "Do you think I'll just let you go like this?"

Gongsun De's face changed: "What do you want to do?"

"Of course it makes you die clean."

Huo Yan forcibly pulled out his soul from Gongsun De's celestial cap. It was an illusory white portrait, the size of a real person.

But after applying an extremely complicated golden charm, it shrank into a small light spot like a firefly.

Huo Yan bounced this spot of light directly into a soul lamp beside him.

When the light spot fell into the red lotus karmic fire burning at the wick, the flame that was originally like a bean suddenly jumped more than a foot high.

Although the tomb was silent, Huo Yan's consciousness could hear the screams of Gongsun De's soul when it was burned by the red lotus karmic fire, and the sound was endless.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his lips: Gongsunde, the pain my father and I suffered from the flames was now fully repaid.When you refined this soul-guiding lamp, you must have never imagined that you were creating a grave for yourself, right?

Gongsun De's primordial spirit finally stopped screaming, which means that his soul has been scattered and turned into a wisp of smoke, and he no longer has the chance of reincarnation.

Finally killed the enemy with his own hands, but Huo Yan couldn't feel happy at all.

Because what he lost cannot be made up for at all.

Gongsun De killed his father before, and now he killed Chu Han, making him lose both his family and his lover.

Even if his revenge was avenged, he became a loner after all.

On Mang Mountain, where the smog was everywhere, Huo Yan stood alone on the top of the peak, forming an extremely gloomy black silhouette.

Except for the mausoleums all over the mountains and plains, there is no one to accompany it.

--end--

Time is like water, and hundreds of years have passed without realizing it.

For more than a hundred years, several generations of people have changed in the cultivation world. The Dacheng stage monks a hundred years ago have basically succeeded in crossing the catastrophe and ascended to immortality.

The only exception was Huo Yan.

Huo Yan used to be the youngest Dacheng monk in the cultivation world, but now he has become the oldest one.

However, the half-immortal body did not change his appearance in any way, and he still looked young and heroic.

The younger generation in the comprehension world have all heard the legend of this mighty man. It is said that the reason why he has not retreated and practiced in preparation for transcending calamity and ascension is because he wants to stay in the world and wait for a person to be reincarnated.

Someone asked curiously: "Who is that person?"

Someone answered the question: "Of course it's his lover!"

"Which woman is so favored by him?"

"It's not a woman, it's a man."

"Ah! So he has a habit of breaking sleeves!"

"Yes, this incident was passed as a joke back then! But now it has become a good story. It is a rare and precious affection for one person to give up and ascend to immortality for another person, and stay in the world for a hundred years. ! What is there to criticize whether the lover is a man or a woman?"

Peach Blossom Mountain, Yurun flowers and branches, thousands of red trees.

On the mountains, the Huanxi Palace with carved railings and painted buildings is like a palace in the sky;

Under the mountain, there is a small and quiet thatched cottage, hidden in the shade of deep red and light red flowers.

This cottage is Huo Yan's current residence.

He has stayed here for hundreds of years, because if the person he is waiting for is reincarnated, he will return to this Peach Blossom Mountain one day.

This is what Mrs. Fuhua told Huo Yan.When she set out to kill Chu Han, she took away a wisp of his soul and sealed it in the unique magic weapon of the Hehuan Sect, the Lingzhu.

If Chu Han was reincarnated, this wisp of living soul would summon him back to the Palace of Joy in Peach Blossom Mountain.

After learning this, Huo Yan has been waiting in Peach Blossom Mountain.

From spring to autumn and year after year, before he knew it, he had been waiting for hundreds of years.

He didn't know when that person would come, he only knew that if he couldn't wait for him, then he would never leave.

Light rain and early sunshine, the setting sun is still wet and separated by clouds.

Huo Yan just dug out a jug of wine from under the peach tree behind the house. It was the peach blossom wine he brewed last spring, and it was extremely mellow after opening.

He sat alone under the shade of the flowers, poured out a bowl, and took a sip. What he drank was wine, but also loneliness.

"Excuse me, is anyone at home? Passers-by want to ask for a drink of saliva."

Suddenly, a light and bright voice came from outside the hut, breaking the heavy loneliness of the flower shadow.

Huo Yan's breath was suffocated, but his heart was beating wildly with ecstasy - that was Chu Han's voice.

The man who has been obsessed with him for hundreds of years has finally returned!

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